How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

your existence, you wicked

 

The mood was strange.

 

two were seriously fighting, but they couldn’t take their

 

swings at each other before that. Instead, it was the distance between them that was dwindling, something I

 

almost chest to chest

 

it must be my appearance you’re at least not dissatisfied with, my

 

anything. There are a hell of a lot more attractive men much better-looking than

 

doing here, then? Hurry up and go back

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

there was still

 

participate

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

and dug her nails into the back of his neck, pulling him close to her. There was nothing

 

twice her size,

 

where I was, who these people were, and why I was here, as I

 

had been heating up for a while now, and the sounds of heavy breaths and desperate kissing filled the dark chamber. The only source

 

and hopeless and wretched all at

 

woman’s eyes

 

seen me. I was only a ghost in this dream, after all. Someone from the outside

 

that woman smiled at me—a

 

my chest broke and smashed into pieces. The face

 

The woman was me.

 

de Borgia, that’s you…

 

Then, that man is…

 

it, but it was as if someone had turned me to stone. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t call out to

 

into darkness. The man and the woman vanished and I lost myself to the shadows in this

 

***

 

right into my eyes had me twitching, trying to

 

my head. I tried to lift my hand, but it dropped down to the bed I was lying on

 

got me here? What

 

as I slowly woke up, I turned my eyes to my right, the feeling

 

I wanted to cry.

 

next to me, looking like he hadn’t just gone through hell

 

at him, taking him in, my eyes leaving no

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

his bangs, the movement taking

 

a whisper

 

anything. It felt

 

in my previous life and everything I had done in this life, all

 

felt like a stranger in my own

 

low and hoarse as

 

“What…?”

 

I was, was an illusion. Once it broke, everyone changed. It’s always been

 

well, something that had revealed itself to

 

me to be. When my brother had had enough of

 

always been

 

“Always.”

 

mean snarl. I knew it wasn’t me he was directing it at. “Were all the people around

 

a situation where I’m hated without doing

 

at first until I pressed hard on the

 

Izek still kept on gazing at me

 

embrace me fully, enveloping me in his warmth, but he

 

instead, putting my own arm around his wide torso and burying my head in the juncture

 

why my head felt

 

I

 

at me like that. Because it’s not your fault. It’s not

 

suffering-from-main-character-disease arrogant man, I

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